Yet
another good day at church yesterday.
Lots of kids. Even one that kept
escaping from the nursery. The little
two-year-old guy is cute as a button, but absolutely cannot stay still for very
long. Reminds me of someone from long
ago … me, maybe? I’ve been praying for
God to call someone out to work with all the kiddos we have coming now. Chris certainly has her hands full now.
Last
night we had a real treat. We went to
the movies. Yep. Haven’t done that in a long, long time. We have developed kind of a routine when it
comes to movies. I start out by casually
mentioning that I want to see them when they first come out in theaters. Ultimately, we wait until they come out in
DVD form. Then I start hinting that I
plan to buy to buy them. Chris does her
best to find reason after reason why we shouldn’t. “It’s too close to Christmas or your
birthday.” “Are you sure you want to see
that one?” I make every excuse to walk
past the movie section in WalMart and look longingly at the shelves. Sometimes I even pick one up, just to check
out the information on back. And sometimes
it will mysteriously find its way into our cart when neither of us is looking (I close my eyes). And if I ever make a WalMart on my own? Done and done.
So
last night we went to the movies.
Christopher Robin. Now, I never
did the Winnie the Pooh thing when I was a kid.
Too busy reading about Joe DiMaggio and Billy Sunday and Babe Ruth and listening
on the radio to the exploits of such greats as Bob Aspromonte and Sandy Koufax
and Brooks Robinson. But I was
introduced to the world of the 100 Acre Wood as a senior in high school. The drama department elected to put on the
play, The House at Pooh Corner. And I won
the part of … T-I-Double Guh-Er.”
Yup. Good ol’ Tigger. Awesomely bouncy, Tiggers-can-do-anything
Tigger. That’s me. Defined my entire life direction until Jesus
exploded into my life. Not that my
Tigger persona ever completely left …
Now
the movie itself … don’t worry. No
spoiler alerts here. I want you to go
see it for yourself. Or wait until it
comes out on video. Then sneak over to
WalMart and let it jump secretly into your basket as you walk by. The setting of the movie has Christopher
Robin as a grown-up, engrossed in the troubles at work and dangerously close to
losing his family. Kind of like when
Robin Williams was Peter Pan. And then a
jar of honey accidentally falls off the table and crashes to the floor … That’s it.
All you’re getting from me.
Suffice it to say that I thoroughly enjoyed this one. When I told Chris that I loved it, she
replied, “I know.” Guess she heard me laughing
at all the funny parts and agreeing with all the Pooh-ish wisdom.
And
the thing is, I still enjoyed the movie in spite of the loud explosions of baby
crying and small child escaping.
Remember the mention of the two-year-old at church? His twin was at the movies with us. So were his Mom and older brother and baby
sibling. This youngster was rambunctious
to say the least. After a bout with
screaming and wailing that we thought was the baby, but now I’m pretty sure it
was little Wreck-It-Ralph, Mom finally took him to the back briefly. Then I guess she gave up and settled in to
watch the movie. At that point the
youngster began running all over the theater, followed closely behind by older
brother. Way better, and more entertaining
than allowing him to let loose with that piercing scream. At one point I glanced over and he was at my
side. He pointed to the rear of the
theater. I grinned at him and pointed in
the direction of his Mom and told him he needed to find his way back to her. He laughed and skipped merrily away – to the
back of the theater, of course. Later he
completely won my heart. He appeared once
again at my side, this time hauling one of those massive tubs of popcorn that they
sell for an arm and a leg. He grinned
that mischievous grin at me and then held out his hand. In it was a friendship offering - a single
kernel of his precious popcorn. Gotta love
the heart of a little kid.
So
… go see the movie, especially if you grew up with Winnie the Pooh and his
friends. I don’t think you’ll get to
experience the frivolities of a two-year-old (unless you bring one with you, in which case you won’t get to see much
of the cinematic magic), but the movie should hold your attention,
nonetheless.
Psalms
95:6-7 says, “Come, let us bow down in
worship, let us kneel before the Lord our Maker; for he is our God and we are
the people of his pasture, the flock under his care.”
Father,
bless that little guy who offered me popcorn.
Walk with him as he grows old enough to experience you for himself. Amen.
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